And now, the end is near;
and so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case,
of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full.
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few;
but then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do.
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
each careful step along the byway.
But more, much more than this:
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times,
I'm sure you knew,
when I bit off
more than I could chew.
But through it all,
when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
and did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill;
my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;
and may I say -
not in a shy way -:
"Oh no, oh no, not me,
I did it my way."

For what is a man,
what has he got?
If not himself,
then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
and not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
and did it my way!